The Sigma Wolf

Chapter36 - Show Me

Ajax POV

I couldn't help it. The night was too perfect, this date was amazing, and… she was intoxicating. As soon as my apartment door closed behind us, I crashed my lips into hers. I was determined to honor her request, but knowing she would be gone for three days made me lose control of my feelings.

I didn't want to say it out loud, but I wanted to: No, I needed, no… I needed… no… I loved her. Yeah, I was completely and utterly in love with my mate. The first moment I saw her on our way to campus, I was fighting a losing battle. I tried and failed, and this failure left me with a feeling of victory.

Damn it! I failed to follow my plan of staying away and getting to know her without the bond. I hoped she would disappoint me; maybe I would find a meaningless flaw, one I could hang on to, and convince myself that she was not the one for me, but I failed. And I don't regret this failure. I lost, and I am the most happy and complete man alive.

I love her and hope she will forgive me for hiding our bond all this time. But I had to; my position made me vulnerable to people looking at me to abuse or use my power. I don´t know if she has been living under a rock, but she also doesn't recognize me as the future king of all the recess. Would she feel comfortable accepting being my Queen and Luna?

I hope she will accept me because the pain of losing her would be too much…

Her lips parted in a soft moan, and I plunged my tongue, deepening the kiss, and she quickly followed my lead. Her tongue caressed mine in an electric dance. Her lips molded to mine with a tender rhythm. My hands wrapped around her waist, and closing the distance between our bodies, I pulled her into my embrace.

She moaned. My hands moved lower to her hips, and on one side, I could feel the knot that tied her dress in place.

I gave her a respite and pressed my forehead to hers. “I don't think I can hold myself to fulfill my promise to you…” I grunted… I f*****g needed her, whatever she was willing to offer I was in for the taking.

She bit her lower lip, ripping a groan from my chest. She took a deep breath but didn´t say a word. She took a step back, and suddenly I felt defeated, as much as I wanted her, she still didn´t trusted me with her body and soul. Perhaps what I have been feeling is one-sided? I hope not because I am way too deep.

She laced her fingers in mine and turned around, making me follow her. Slowly and carefully, she traced her steps around my place, leading the way to my room. She was not saying it with words but showed me with her actions, which was enough.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly, a plea and a caress, trying to determine if what I was interpreting and the hope I felt was the message she wanted to convey.

She turned around, facing me. Her eyes sparkled deep blue. Her breathing trembled, and her chest heaved. “I still want my mate to be the first…” She said, and I bit my lips. Having her here, the idea of missing her for three days was making it almost impossible for me not to want to kiss her, to be intimate on a deeper level.

I slowly nodded. I understood, mainly because I was the one who dug my grave, and now I had to lie on it. I hid the bond, and now I have to live with the consequences, which included surviving with blue balls for the time being.

“But I am going to miss you, too…” she said, slowly moving her hand to the knot tying her dress. I could see her hands trembling, and I could see her breathing becoming shallower.

She untied her dress, and before revealing herself to me, she trembled and took a deep breath. She sighed, “I am not beautiful…” She said, and I took a step closer to her, tucked my fingers inside the fabric covering her neck, and slowly, carefully slid the upper part of the dress. It was as carefully unwrapping the most pricey and amazing gift.

For the first time, she allowed me to undress her. Her soft skin being revealed to me enticed me and made me love her even more. Under her floral dress, she was wearing a black lace bra, and when I removed the rest of the dress, I found her private area covered by a sexy black lace boy-short boxer. f*****g hell! She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.

“Damn it! You're gorgeous…” I said, and she bit her lower lip. She blushed, and I could tell she was self-conscious about her amazing curves.

I took a step forward, and taking her hands, I placed them on my shirt. “You do it…” I said, and she bit her lower lip. Her small fingers trembled when she started unbuttoning my shirt. She slowly removed it, her fingers tracing my shoulders and running them down my back along with the fabric of my shirt.

“You're perfect…” She said, tracing my pectorals and running her fingers on the deeps and creases of my six-pack.

“Goddess woman… Can´t you see how beautiful you are?” I said, and she sighed.

“ I have thick thighs, a bit of a belly… my breasts are uneven…” She started ranting when I crashed my lips into hers, muting all the f*****g lies she had been made to believe for so long.

“Allow me to show you how beautiful you are… how perfect we are together…” I said, and I took her into my walk-in closet without letting her say another word. I placed her in front of a full-body mirror and closed the distance from behind.

My hands cupped her head, and my fingers tangled into her straight locks. She tilted her head back, and I took the opportunity to whisper into her ear. “Eyes on the mirror…” I instructed, and she fought to keep them there.

I looked at her in the mirror, and lowered my lips tracing kisses along her neck. Her chest rise and fell rapidly, but she complied, her eyes stayed glued to mine through the mirror. My hands moved down, and I unhooked her bra. She gasped but didn´t stop me. Good girl… She wanted this; maybe she was not ready to have full intercourse, but she was prepared for me to show her how fantastic intimacy could be.

Slowly, I lowered the straps, uncovering her full breasts. She looked at me in the mirror while I moved my hands to the front, pressing her back to my chest, and my hands cupped them. They filled my hands nicely; ironically, I failed to see what she meant by them being uneven. They were f*****g perfect.

Looking at her in the mirror, I lowered my face to her ear and whispered, “They are beautiful, soft…” I said, and I felt her skin shiver. “And these little peaks…” I twisted my fingers around her perky and aroused n*****s, “I can´t wait to tease, pinch, suck, and taste them…” I murmured, and she gasped.

I kneaded her breasts and kept ministering caresses between kisses… She never left my eyes, and having her exposed in front of the mirror was one of the most erotic sights I have ever witnessed in a lifetime.

“Whoever told you you are not beautiful… they need an eye exam… because to me, you are perfect,” I said, tilting my hips up, showing her through my jeans, the effect she had on me…

She moaned…

“Let me see those thighs…” I circled her and noticed she followed my movements instead of looking at the mirror. “Eyes on the mirror, beautiful…” I reminded her and felt how her eyes moved away from me to the mirror.

My thumbs tucked into the elastic band of her underwear and slowly lowered it. Her legs were thicker than the usual stick-thin legs many she wolfs aimed to have, but they were the perfect frame for that delicious core. While lowering her boxers, I could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

I helped her step out of the lace piece of cloth, and then hemped her step out of those heels. I knelt in front of her and ran my hands down up from her ankles to her v-area. My wolf was pressing for me to claim, my canines descended, and before I could lose control, I buried my face between her legs. “You smell amazing…” I said, and she shivered. I looked up and noticed her eyes glued to the mirror. I tenderly kissed her sensitive area, and she moaned. My fingers traced her folds, but in a tender caress, I didn´t want to rush her, not to overstep.

“Ajax…” she moaned my name, and I lifted my eyes again. This time, she was looking straight at me. She bit her lower lip, and I gave her a tender smile.

“Let me show you how beautiful and amazing you are… You are worthy of being loved and cherished; you are worth the world…” I rasped, and she muttered,

“Of being loved?” Her eyes filled with a wave of emotions, some of them indescribable,

I stood up, running my hands along the side of her legs, to her hips, up to her waist, to cup her amazing full breasts, to cup her face and neck between my two giant hands.

“Yes, loved… I love you…” I confessed, and she locked her eyes with mine,

She pressed her breasts to my exposed chest and crashed her lips into mine… in a fervent kiss… I wanted to reveal our bond, but I feared her reaction…

She parted ways with me and sighed, “Ajax…” She paused,

I locked eyes with her, the swirl of feelings on display, I ran my thumb along the seam of her lips, and she sucked on the tip of it.

“Show me…”